The Way of the We.R.7
Now Billy had a happy way
Of preaching to his flock each day
Touching on some pious lay
Exhuding from his head:
Once when on a Sunday run,
We named him, at set of sun
The Reverend Berry – just for fun
He looked at us and said:-
“Dear beloved brethren,
The text today will be;
A bird that in the arms doth rest,
Is worth two in the tree:
So next time that you catch a bird
Just take her to a leafy place
Remember well that, anyway
You can always let her fly away
If you don’t like – her face!”
Joe, he wooed a lovely maid
Every evening in the shade
Meaning, I am much afraid
To hide his curly head….
But when he proposed one night
Did it by electric light
Marion, who’d retained her sight
Just looked at him and said:-
“Oh, Mr Johnstone
It isn’t any good;
I wouldn’t like to marry you
So I won’t pretend I should;
I know that you have curly hair
I know you can set the pace –
I haven’t a doubt that you must be
The properest possible match for me
But I don’t like – your ways!”
Tom, he wooed another maid –
Used to sing and serenade
Neath her window oft he brayed
While she lay abed
Then the question once he popped
On his bony knees he dropped
And when his yodelling he had stopped
She glanced at him and said:-
“Oh Mr Idle
I like you very well:
How I’d love to marry you
I can never tell
Life for me in future years
Won’t be quite the same;
For to wed is my desire
And you’re the boy I most admire –
But I don’t like your name!”
Yet another maiden bright
Was wooed by Fred from morn till night;
He found in her his sole delight –
Completely lost his head
And though it seemed of no avail
For oft his heart would in him fail
Atl last he told to her the tail
At which she blushed and said :-
“Oh Mr Marsh
You have a winning way:
And though I hate to hurt you dear
I feel that I must say –
You know I love your cuddling
At the corner of the street:
But when sitting on your knees
I feel as though I’m going to freeze –
For I cannot stand – cold feet!”
Once I rode for miles and miles,
Captured by a Welsh girl’s wiles
Basking in her sunny smiles
Downhill did I tread:
Then one night when lights were low
With faltering heart and accents slow
I asked her if she – well you know…
And this is what she said:-
“Oh Mr Chadwick
I’m very fond of you
And it is with delight I hear
That you love me too:
Every time you leave me dear,
I want you more and more –
So we will build a little nest
And live our lives as we think best
But tell me! Do you snore?”
PS It is said that I snore 1926
